| A story of two girls and a car and a search for something to believe in. |
| A story of two girls and a car and a search for something to believe in. |


Holding ItA forehand planted firmly in a palm, a knee rhythmically bobbing up and down as the clock ticked too slowly. Her eye might have twitched when the professor began his oration on the Mississippi River. That massive, mocking, great body of water. Unrestricted, freely flowing water. She darted her eyes away from the images being projected on the screen and chose a spot on the wall for her eyes to linger on. The other knee joined in the incessant dance, a ritual meant to make the struggle easier. The spot on the wall did nothing for her, so she allowed herself another glance at theHolding It


PillsMy eyes regrettably flew open and scanned the clock that would inform me that it was 4:30 AM. As I uselessly readjusted my position, I began to wonder why this had become a nightly habit of mine for these past several weeks. Falling asleep should not evoke so much frustration, I decided, and began deeply sympathizing with every insomniac that is tortured by this regularly. There has to be a way to end this. In my half-lidded stupor, the practiced friendly tone of a commercial recited a brand name in my head. I resolved then that I would have to drug myself into submission. Two days later, my schedule was free of classes and, as an addedPills


WingsWINGSWings
Flute wanted to keep her wings. She had let them grow further into maturation than most others had. Her peers were reaching the point in their lives in which it was appropriate for wings to be shed, but Flute would not adhere. She wanted to keep her wings. This difference, of course, was noticeable as she strutted the great appendages through the halls of school. Many of the students would tease Flute or snicker when her back was turned. Theres no point, theyd say. Its not like she can fly with those any


Oy VeyOy VeyOy Vey
David, go say hello to your grandmother, a woman nudged her ten year-old in the direction of a plump old woman, But mom, I never understand what she says! the boys protest was ultimately defeated by the insistence of his mother. David! How have you been bubbala? You havent seen your grandmother since Rosh Hashanah. No visit from you at the Home, but ah, I dont blame you. Who would want to shlep all the way to Syosset? And you are just a boy, but your cousin Shlomo? No excuse
YOU'VE BEEN HUGGED!!
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!
Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
1-3 you're a bad friend
4-6 you're an ok friend
7-9 you're a good friend
10-& Up you're a great friend
--
If you cried when L died, paste this in your signature
If you cried when Axel faded, paste this in your signature
--
Bring it back ---
--
If you cried when L died, paste this in your signature
If you cried when Axel faded, paste this in your signature
--
Elite Art for the elite at heart : [link]
--
God Damn wannabe artists.
Dang, yo! Love all your stuff! Especially "Amorours Sky and Ardent Ocean".
Hope your computer is fixed soon so you can put up some new stuff. I really wanna see what you've been working on lately.
Previous Page12345Next Page